I wrote this poem for my Auto Vases,

it is on the card and is attached to it.

I thought it a great road rage poem.

I hope you all enjoy it!!!


      "Flower Power"

The Essence Of The Flower

Flows Into You

And Takes You To A Meadow

Where The Senses Are Calm And Clear

Unfolding Petals Into Peace Of Mind
             

Poem By: Sarah Elizabeth Othman


http://www.donationsforinvention.com

Boom

Come join me and play,
Not in mud but in the clay.

Make your pots strong and sound,
cause this potter has found.

With wall smooth and sturdy,
with no fear getting dirty.

Sit at the wheel,
forget your next meal.

A bowl found at center
will not suddenly splinter.

But that bowl must get drier
cause when it is tested by fire

In a kiln hot and glowy
Although the ware is quite showy

The work it is doomed.
opps, the pot goes boom.

      - KilnGoddess(expert at pottery not poetry)

Last edited by KilnGoddess (11/24/2006 1:27 am)

Hello Rusty!  What a lovely idea for a lens and a message here!

I wrote this poem for my daughter's 16th birthday.

Today my daughter turns sixteen
Much of her day, will be routine
She’ll go to school, she’ll see her friends
It’s only me this time transcends


I see my baby, almost grown
With lipstick now, and sweet cologne
From infant into womanhood
Doing the things, I knew she could


Through all of time, we mothers watch
As time carves yet another notch
We laugh, we cry, we know it’s true
That she’ll see things we never do


The cycle turns, the days slip by
Passing, like blinking of an eye
I do not weep, I do not mourn
The aging of this child, last born


I smile at her, she smiles at me
I know this is how things should be
To future bright, I send this dove
Forever feathered with my love

Itz been some time - nearly two years in fact, since a rhyme has graced these halls, or walls if you prefer, or post if you really want to be correct the most.

For our host here in the land of Rhyme Time says it is high time to accept more submissions if he doth have your permissions.

In other words, my fair squidizens please add more of your fine rhymes here; I'd like to add them to my lens. Unless of course you'd rather just buy me a Mercedes Benz.

So take some time, think of a rhyme, then wine and dine me, or whine and pine me if you so feel the need - just know your poems will help Room to Read, and maybe begin to feed the hungry minds of youth across the world.

Alas my foray is done, I hope you at least had some fun, but don't forget to give me your pun... Rhyme Time: Rhyming Poetry and Playful Puns alas, I expire, I am done.

once again that was fun, oh no I can't stop....pop! Anybody want a peanut? Stop it I mean it!!

What do you think?

"The blue moon on a gray lagoon is just the sight for a loon in flight," Miss Ross said, lying on the bed.
"Don't think you can just wink at me with that frippery."
Mr. Fayette took a cigarette and lit it, then spit. He kept his look inside his book.
Miss Ross was at a loss for what to do next, and vexed.
"I'll soften your words, the way I often have in the past. You're anger won't last."
Sharp laughter came after her reply, and she sighed.
"My heart belongs to another," he said. "Go home to your mother."
She did not move. She'd prove him wrong, before long.

(This is part of a longer piece.)

Portable_eBay wrote:

Cool... now here is a rhyme.. a chant we did yesterday when Squidoo was down.  With this chant and improvised altar Squidoo was  revived.

Thread: Panic Thread

The chant:

"oh we beseech thee oh mighty Gil
to look down upon us from your hill
bring us back our beloved dashboard
have pity we are all oh so bored

oh we beseech thee oh mighty Gil
our beloved workshop is not back still
how many hours do we have to endure
we cannot last long that's for sure

oh we beseech thee oh mighty Gil
make us not jump from our window sill
we cannot stand it much longer
the boredom is getting stronger and stronger

oh we beseech thee oh mighty Gil
surely you must know how we feel
we all need our beloved workshop
before our hearts come to a complete stop

oh we beseech thee oh mighty Gil
please bring us back our only thrill
accept this sacrifice of ten virgins
yes, you can share it with Seth Godin"

Oh...that's good.  I think I'll add some graphics, enlarge it to poster size, and frame it above my computer!!!

lol  lol  lol  Ohme!  you are a hoot!   I love u, u creative genius!   (and my sister, too!)

Ouch.

There’s a guy on Squidoo called Rusty Quill
Who came up with a lens he thinks is brill
Rhyme a few words and he’ll choose the best
For inclusion in his special poetry quest.

So out they poured, from the modest and the vain
The sickly sweet, and the profoundly mundane
The clever play and startling wit
The pleading sobs and other s**t

Which amuses and entertains no doubt
But frankly, mostly lacks the clout.
I jest of course, for many are clever
No offence intended, now or never.

Forgive my profanity,  it’s really bad form
But I swear like a trooper, that’s my norm
Hail fellow poets, write, write, applaud and clap
Oh, bugger it, I can’t keep up this cr*p!

Ahh, magnifique, fantastique! What can I say I'm at a loss, I just can't speak!
From bard's to brenda's to ryhmes about gil - thay all I say, have me rolling down hills.

OhMe oh my, you've nailed it on the head, as now I take a break from work, to peek to play.. (I should be in bed)
just one look a simple glance, ahhh criminy squidoo's got me on a hook, I can't look askance!

My lines are all a mess, but heck I was never known for my finesse. I love to rhyme or play with words a past time that makes me feel quite well, just seeing such fine words within this post makes me shiver like a piece of toast after it has seen a ghost....

But back to work, alas for me - just wanted to stop in and say what fine participation, without hesitation I must put some on the lens - I'll let you all know when changes have been made - for now I'm off to bed to get, um *beeeep*

I'm delighted RustyQuill that you visited Si'mibio. Your visit is the talk of the town (well it would be if we had one) and your name has been added to the special commerative plaque of notable tourists).

Please send a tenner at your earliest convenience to recieve our t-shirt and mug and other tat. (The proceeds will go towards our landing strip and pay overdue wages).

On behalf of the Si'mibio tourist authority...

Thanks, and next time please don't trash the hotel - we had a heck of a job cleaning up!


Paul

PS please return the towels

Rusty-Quill wrote:

oh, and Paul AKA The Bard - you can tell the tourist authority I will return the towels when they pay my hospital bill for the dysentery I got from the clam chowder... I do apologize for the condition of the hotel, again it wasn't pleasant for me either.

How pleased I am that you did see
the playful nature of my poetry

Tongue in cheek, your praise appears
But inclusion on the lens brings jolly cheers

Si'mybio salutes your mighty nib
all else is nothing but mere glib

Keep the towels as a mere token
The waiters been fired - I have spoken.

The silly sod thought you asked for lamb
But he was drunk with too much dram

I trust your bowels are now in trim
My toilet jokes are fairly thin

But remember next time you have a cr*p
We'll always remember you as a decent chap.